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[I do not own Glee]
They lived in an apartment in the West Village in New York, New York. They had yellow plates and napkin rings shaped like dragonflies from Tiffany's. They had a piano in their living room that was never silent. They wanted to get married. They made love. They were living out their dreams. They had left Lima, Ohio far behind.
When Kurt had finished High School at McKinley he left Blaine behind to go to Tisch in New York, Blaine followed a year later. They spent four years together, studying and learning about everything they loved, including each other. They bought their apartment when Kurt was in fourth year and they made it their home. Their first night there they lay cuddled on their futon, feeling at home in each other's arms.
"I love you," Kurt murmured softly.
A smile passed over Blaine's lips. Since the first time they had said it in the Lima Bean, he never tired of hearing Kurt say those words. He kissed the top of Kurt's head "I love you, too," he said. They kissed gently; moonlight illuminating their new bedroom. That night they drifted off to sleep, the excitement of their new life laid out before them like an endless ocean.
They fell into a routine quickly and easily, Kurt going out on auditions every other day, and Blaine putting up flyers to teach music at libraries and grocery stores. Kurt made dinner and Blaine played the piano every night, sometimes softly singing along. Kurt loved it when he did this, when Blaine sang so quietly, thinking that Kurt couldn't hear over the clanging pots and pans in the kitchen. It made Kurt's heart ache and his stomach flutter when Blaine gently pressed the piano keys and softly crooned a love song. Kurt always knew the song was for him.
Eventually, Kurt was singing and dancing in the chorus of a revival on Broadway. Blaine saw the show at least once a week. Seeing Kurt onstage filled him with pride and love. He could recite every line of the musical backwards and forwards, but he didn't care. Blaine adored every moment he got to watch Kurt's eyes sparkle.
Blaine taught music. They were unbelievably happy. It was a Tuesday night when Blaine noticed something was wrong.
He had been teaching at the apartment. He guided his student's hands along the piano, teaching them the notes and the scales. Her name was Rebecca and she had beautiful hands. She wanted to be an actress. Blaine taught her to play the piano, and to sing. She was fifteen years old and he knew she would be famous. He got a rush from being a teacher, from watching her eyes light up when she hit a note just right or when she was frustrated and he had to guide her gently through the music. He had never imagined this for himself…but now that he was doing it, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life teaching and sharing his gift.
Rebecca went home at seven-thirty and Blaine helped himself to the chicken soup Kurt had left for him. He waited for it to heat up in the microwave when he heard a key turning in the lock. Blaine glanced at the clock and realized that the curtain had gone up on Kurt's show about fifteen minutes before…there was no way he could be home.
The door opened slowly and Kurt stumbled in, panting. He stared at Blaine for a moment. Kurt was pale and his eyes were glassy. He looked swollen all over. Fear gripped Blaine. They were both frozen, unsure of what to do.
"Hi," Kurt said breathlessly.
Blaine watched as Kurt's eyelids fluttered and sank to the floor. Blaine's legs took over – it felt like he flew across the room to catch Kurt in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Blaine said, frantic. Kurt was silent, his eyes closed. Blaine called an ambulance
The hospital room was clean and quiet, gleaming from floor to ceiling. Some machines beeped softly as the doctor spoke to Blaine.
The doctor had kind eyes that wrinkled at the edges when he smiled. His hands were calloused and withered but nimble. He sat Blaine down beside the bed where Kurt slept lightly. He was hooked up to some tubes. Some were pumping in liquid; some were pumping it out. Kurt's eyes were closed, purple with fatigue. Blaine must have been staring at Kurt intently because the doctor gently patted his hand.
"You are Mr. Hummel's partner?" the doctor asked.
Blaine broke his trance and gazed at the doctor. "Yes. We're – he's my – yes." Blaine glanced at the clock ticking behind the doctor. It was almost three in the morning.
"Alright, Mr. Anderson, is it?"
Blaine nodded.
"Well," the doctor sighed. "I'm Dr. Woods, and we've run some tests on Kurt."
Blaine felt his stomach drop. He wanted this to be over. He wanted to run away. He wanted to wake up and be back at the microwave, heating up chicken soup. His stomach growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten since lunchtime the day before.
"We've tested his blood, and we've discovered some cancer there. Some leukemia cells." Dr. Woods said.
"Does Kurt know?" Blaine asked. He didn't know why he was asking this…he's not sure why this is important to him.
"The doctors will tell him when he wakes up. We're letting you know now so that when Kurt finds out, you can be strong for him." Dr. Woods looked at Blaine with his kind eyes, full of sympathy and regret…all Blaine wanted to do was punch him in the face. Didn't he understand? This wasn't just another patient…this was Kurt.
"We're going to start an aggressive round of chemo as soon as possible. It's a little later than we'd like, but we're going to catch this. Kurt is going to beat this." Dr. Woods was business, no matter what his eyes were trying to tell Blaine. Blaine folded his hands gently and stared at them on the table. He closed his eyes and pretended he was running through the halls of Dalton, holding Kurt's hand. He pretended he was seventeen again and dancing with the Prom Queen at Prom. He pretended he was dancing and singing onstage with New Directions. He pretended he was not sitting in a hospital room in New York City hearing that the person he loves more than anything in the entire world has cancer.
"Mr. Anderson? Blaine?" Dr. Woods patted his hand again. Blaine pulled away.
"Right. OK. Thank you." Blaine turned back to look at Kurt. His delicate lips parted slightly, his fingers relaxed. Blaine covered his mouth to keep from screaming, hot tears brewing behind his eyes. He closed them; he tried to vanish. He felt Dr. Woods' hand on his shoulder.
"I'll give you some time," Dr. Woods says. "When Kurt wakes up we'll come back in. Try to be strong. People get cancer every day, people beat cancer every day."
Watching him sleep in the hospital bed reminded Blaine of the first time they made love. They spent the day sitting by the lake, listening to Kurt's Ethel Merman mix CD eating their lunch, and gazing out at the water. They watched the sun sink down behind the trees. They curled up next to each other on the blanket, staring into one another's eyes. Blaine gently brushed Kurt's cheek with his index finger.
"You know," Kurt said, smiling coyly, "My dad, Carol and Finn are in Indiana this weekend, looking at colleges. No one's home."
Their legs tangled on the blanket as they kissed deeply.
Blaine bit his lower lip. "I think I know what you have in mind."
In Kurt's room they kissed feverishly, hands everywhere, fumbling with buttons and zippers. A fragrant spring breeze wafted in through Kurt's open window as they found each other; learned each other. Blaine wanted to memorize every inch of Kurt's skin that night and he did. It hurt that first time, and they didn't always know what to do, but Blaine never forgot that night. There was sweetness to it; the way Kurt's body felt against his, the way the breathed together.
When they finished they curled around each other, clinging to each other, to what had just happened to the years ahead, to the next morning. Blaine watched as Kurt slept. His lips parted slightly, his fingers relaxed, curled around Blaine's.
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